What a Mess

Bubbling over, spilling out

There's laughter getting everywhere

It's on the walls, on my shoes

Boy, we've made a mess in here!

I saw some hit the ceiling fan

And a little above the closet

We really ought to clean it up

But I say let's just leave it!

insomnia

i'm haunted by the memory
late at night it's all i see
it's in the air above my bed
it's in my veins in my head


each breath i take is thick with it
my stomach aches i'm sick with it
the darkness presses in
and yet again i'm reliving


the horror happened far from here
but the mind's eye is much too near
freedom calls and taunts me
still still the touch haunts me

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

 

~~e.e. cummings

Sitting at the End of the World

I sat down at the end of the world

I let my feet dangle as the ages pass by

I thought about the lives and stories and sighs

I watched them float into the night

There's no room for regret at the end

Only room to remember and breathe and say goodbye

I thought it would look different

But it's kinda nice, seeing the time fly

I leaned over the edge and stared with awe

To think, this is where it all goes

This is the place we all will arrive

But, ah, what is next?  No one knows...